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... ho believed the godlings were pretending, tricking the village for unknown reasons. Her doubts ended in the dark, swallowed quickly by the sound of splintering wood.
A third home, this one held children. The thralls tore through the window, glass scattering across the street. Tiny footsteps pattered. A choked cry. Then nothing.
The screams began to wake the village.
Doors flew open. People stumbled into the streets, terrified, only to freeze as the thralls turned toward t ...
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